Error was currently digging through some clothes in the closet of his room, the former guest room. Seeing as you had several unoccupied bedrooms in your house, you were fine with letting him choose a designated area, therefore granting him the permission to claim a living space should he please.

Surprisingly enough, he choose the room you first brought him into.

You gave him some basic appliances, such as clothes, a lamp, and a mirror, but couldn't yet provide him with much, mostly due to the fact that you hadn't gone shopping recently. He didn't really care; too much stuff would clutter the room.

But now, he ironically found himself wishing you had given him more things. Well, clothes, at least. He was trying to find an inconspicuous-yet-concealing outfit, one that hid his identity without arousing suspicion.

"tOo sHoRt." He spoke, tossing a tanktop over his shoulder. It was comfortable, yes, but would expose his bones.

"ToO bAGgY." He mumbled, throwing an oversized hoodie on the floor. So far, you seemed to own quite a lot of excessively large clothing, despite knowing that you could fit into a jacket seven times smaller.

Why did you choose to go about wearing this type of clothes? That was a mystery to him. But he didn't care all too much, and he thought it looked rather nice on you anyway.

"TOo sUSPiCioUs..." Error trailed off, glancing at a trenchcoat hanging in the closet. He didn't even bother touching that one, it would draw too much attention. It just seemed so . . . sketchy.

Returning his attention to the remaining garments, the skeleton gasped upon the sight of a particularly flashy outfit.

Growling under his breath, he snatched said outfit from the closet, holding it as far from his face as possible.

"WhY tHe He*L wOUlD I nEeD tHiS?!" He raged, glaring angrily at the object in his hands.

He currently was holding a small sweater, one that would actually be in your proper size. It was bright pink, so much so that it seemed to glow upon contact with light, hurting his eyelights.

"WhAT iS tHiS EyESorE dOInG iN mY cLoseT?" He hissed, bringing it slightly closer to his face for inspection.

Now that it was in a closer range, the male was able to recognize the fact that a vibrant magenta lined the sides of the sleeves. It reflected rays of light all too well, as if its creator intentionally designed it to act that way. It disgusted him.

"THiS iS bY FaR tHe MoST hIdeOUS tHiNG i'Ve SEeN sO fAr. WeLl, oThEr tHan nIgHTmARe." He grinned, knowing that his boss would have a fit, had he heard that. Error was only joking, of course, and did care about the mentioned.

Suddenly, the pang of an unpleasant emotion made its way to Error's head, quickly replacing his grin with an emotionless gaze. He didn't quite understand why, not at the moment. It was hard for him to process.

For some reason, everytime he thought of a memeber of his group, 'The Bad Guys', he felt . . . strange. It was like it caused a slight pain to go through his soul, though no physical pain was caused.

His mind trailed back to some of his memories with the group, one of which taking place in the dungeon of Nightmare's castle. They had just captured Blueberry, and planned to get information out of him regarding the Star Sans's future plans. Even if it meant resorting to violent methods.

"Horror, I swear to god, if you don't stop trying to eat Blue right now, I will take all your food and force you to you watch me eat it." Nightmare threatened, glaring at the mentioned.

Horror's jaw was wide, his hands securely wrapped around one of Blue's arms, teeth bared.

Horror whined, making puppy dog eyes at his boss, before reluctantly letting the small skeleton go. Blue seemed somewhat relieved, though not much, seeing as he was still tied to a chair and surrounded by mentally unstable males.

"But 'm hungry..." Horror muttered, grabbing his axe and trailing his finger along its edge.

"Here, have some pie!" Killer exclaimed, throwing a butterscotch pie directly in Horror's face. Upon impact, it turned into mush, splattering everywhere.

Horror opened his pie covered eyesockets, eyelights flaring. He raised the axe directly over Killer's head, fury visible in his pinpricks.

Before he could swing it, however, a small mutilated piece of pie fell into his mouth, bringing him to a stop.

Dropping the axe to the side, Horror began to lick the pie from his face, his contented smile growing wider and wider.

"N'vermind, Killer. I'd murder you, but th's pie 's so good.." He smiled, letting Killer get off scot free.

Nightmare rolled his eyelight, annoyed by their loud and messy versions of pranks.

"You know what? It doesn't matter. We just need to have a friendly conversation with that thing." He smiled maliciously, returning the attention to Blue.

Blue gulped. He had never been captured before, and didn't know what exactly they were capable of. Ink had been captured, and upon returning to the Star Sanses, he was covered in bruises and cuts.

And what appeared to be rope burn. Lots and lots of rope burn.

Ink had never mentioned who exactly did the most damage to him, but based off of the strange burns and the way he was afraid to sleep, it was easy to guess who the two main culprits were.

Nightmare glanced at Blue, his smile only growing wider.

"What's wrong? Afraid of me?" He teased, growing closer to the smaller.

Blue said nothing, knowing his voice would falter. Nightmare stood right beside the trapped skeleton, smugly grinning down at him.

"Good. You should be." He stated, his eyelight scanning over Blue, as if he could see something that Blue himself could not. Whatever he saw, he enjoyed, the grin on his face growing wider.

Deeply inhaling, Nightmare almost seemed to grow taller. Not by much, but barely enough to be noticeable. It terrified Blue, only to watch in horror as he grew yet taller, as more of the inky substance appeared on his bones.

"That's right. Stay scared." The taller skeleton spoke, tentacles waving threateningly.

"Your fear is delicious."

"Boss?" Horror called, making Nightmare turn to face him.

"What?! I was getting the prisoner into an vulnerable mindset, and you just ruined it." He snapped, causing everyone else in the room to flinch.

"Sorry Boss, but don' we need Dust 'ere too?" He asked, drawing a look of confusion from the taller.

"What? Isn't he down here? Where is he?" Nightmare asked, seeming to demand an answer.

Horror shook his head, gesturing up at the floor above them. They heard a snipet of a conversation, between Dust and Killer.

"Duuuuuuust? Where are you, I've got a cookie with your name on it!" Killer bribed.

"Go 'way."

"Oh wait, did I say cookie? I meant 'I have a knife with your name on it.' Now quit hiding, you whiny trashbag."

"WHAT'D YOU JUS' SAY?!"

The unmistakable sound of a gasterblast being summoned was heard.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Killer screamed, the sound of footsteps thundering down the stairs and back into the dungeon.

Killer ran beside Horror, giggling. His entire face was black with ash, though he seemed to find it amusing. He wiped away a small portion of the dust-like substance, making a white mustache on his darkly colored face.

"Welp, I can't get him." He laughed, showing his 'mustache' to Horror. Horror found it amusing, chuckling at Killer.

"Useless. Error?" Nightmare turned to the mentioned, who nodded and jumped down from a hammock made of string. Error already knew what his boss was going to order him to do, so he saved him the breath and walked up the stairs to where Dust was sulking.

Some more of their conversation was heard.

"DuSt. GEt oUt oF yOuR rOoM, yOu'rE cOmInG tO tHe DuNgEoN."

"I don' wanna."

"ANd i wAsN'T aSkInG."

"Jus' go 'way, you walking Apple a**hole."

"B¡T*H!!1!1!!!"

Suddenly, Dust was flung through the open door of the dungeon, landing hard against the wall and crumpling to the floor.

Error walked back inside, wiping his hands on his jacket.

"I gOt tHe mOodY fOuRteEn yEAr Old." He gestured to the pained figure of Dust.

Nightmare nodded, opening his mouth to speak, though the sound of bricks breaking made him turn around.

Dream and Ink broke through the wall, quickly grabbing Blue. Nightmare and Error tried desperately to grab them, but Horror got to them first.

"I got 'em!" He cried, throwing a refrigerator at the escaping male.

However, he was too late, and by the time the fridge was slammed into the floor, they were gone, sending food and metal everywhere.

Everyone remained still, stunned by the events that had just taken place. There was a moment of silence.

"Uhhhh. . . I guess I don' got 'em, actually." Horror mumbled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his skull.

Nightmare sighed, turning to Error.

"Next time, remind me to pay you to babysit all three of these idiots while I work."

Error snapped out of the memory, the effect of another sharp pain to his soul. This one was much more painful than before, making him clutch his ribcage.

Hissing, Error clawed at his bones, hoping to move the pain from his soul elsewhere. The effort fell in vain, irritating the male.

"sTuPID sOuL. iT's sO aNnOYInG." He huffed, rolling his eyelights.

Why did it have to start bothering him now, of all times?

He hesitantly cupped his hands in front of his chest, summoning forth his soul. He felt that he had to check its condition.

Slowly, the blackened upside down heart appeared above his fingertips, almost touching.

His once white soul had turned black long ago, the result of his job and the way he was treated.

But the truly troubling detail were actually the cracks that decorated the soul.

Small fractures were present, the majority of the damage originating from the center of the heart. The center had much deeper cracks, ones that could eventually shatter his soul completely, should his condition get worse.

Error scanned his soul, inspecting it. With one hand, he placed his thumb next to one of the cracks, measuring it.

It was bigger than his thumb.

With a downcast gaze, he released his hands, allowing his soul to return to his ribcage.

"iT gOt wOrSe..." He mumbled, his voice hushed.

Shaking his head, he tried to distract himself, looking towards the closet.

He found a long black jacket, along with some dark blue jeans. He gingerly grabbed the clothing, remembering his mission.

"ThAt's riGhT... I hAvE tHiNgS tO dO." He spoke, pulling the clothes on. Once he was dressed in his new outfit, he wheeled out the door, shutting it behind him.

"SoRrY sOUl, buT YoU'Re gOnNa haVe tO wAit."

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